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About Milan

So, sexual-massage—think slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude workin’ knots outta yer back while teasin’ somethin’ else. It’s legit therapy, sure, but with a naughty twist. I got into it years back—Wall Street stress, ya know? Needed to unwind. Found this underground joint in NYC, cash only, no questions. Girl’s hands were magic, like she knew every nerve endin’. Made me happy as hell—tension gone, blood pumpin’! But then—boom—anger hit. She stopped right at the edge, smirkin’, like, “Pay extra, big shot.” Greed, man, hers and mine, clashin’!

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It is not an official standard sign in Italy, and it was mostly a stunt to draw attention on the issue of street prostitution.

First stop? The canal by Piazza della Libertà. I’m all pumped, thinking about diving in. But then, bam! I see this huge crowd. Like, what’s going on? Turns out, there’s a festival or something. Food stalls everywhere, people dancing, music blasting. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna dive!” But hey, free food, right?

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